Results: Hippie

• Hippie's friend field seems to only be active when he is conscious.
• When he is unconscious he isn't necessarily defenseless as the above would imply.  Sometimes the field will randomly spike and generate stronger effect than when Hippie is awake.  The Oathbreakers seem to think this has something to do with the nature of his dreams, but they have no way to prove it.
• While they haven't found a reason for the field they did report that Hippie has an unusually high amount of Dopamine in him which they tell me is a natural pleasure/reward thing in the brain.  They also tell me that barring schizophrenia he has none of the disorders he should have.
• Lastly it seems that Hippie has a slightly better healing rate than normal though nothing huge.  The Oathbreakers tell me you wouldn't even notice if you weren't looking for it.

That's all they've told me so far.  It seems that Hippie is a hard case to crack.

Short Report

This post will mostly be a quick update on what I did with Hippie.  I gave him to a team that would be willing to do some less than ethical things to try and figure out what is up with Hippie.  Oathbreakers.  Not the smartest move but I didn't know anyone else, they were close by, they don't really have something personal with me, and when I asked if they could could see if it was biological they were thrilled at the possibility of weaponizing it.  "Imagine being able to neutralize others just by being in a close vicinity to them.  Or using sleepers to make an whole groups willing to just line up to be test subjects," one said to me and other typical evil doctor sayings.  Before you ask no I don't trust them but for now they are too useful.  They told me they'll have some results tomorrow, so I'll post the details then.

Report: Hippie

So that hippie tied up downstairs he's a real case alright.  For the past few days I've been trying to figure out who the hell he is through various means including some less ethical ones.  There are still too many unknown factors, but I did find two things that are interesting to note.

1. This guy is constantly thanking me for hurting him.  Whenever I start mistreating him in anyway whether it's verbal or physical he thanks me.  When I asked him why he said it was because, "You're my friend and I know everything you do is done to help me.  As my friend."  From what I understand this guy isn't even a masochistic, because he doesn't look like like be likes it, but he just puts up with it.
2. The fucker has some sort of field or aura that makes you like him.  A Friend Field would probably be fitting title considering he calls everyone a friend.  I believe that he has something like this for two reasons.  The first is the way I start to develop pity for Hippie, which I should after being a proxy.  Even if it was less than a year pity for the victim is the first thing they rid you of.  To put this to the test I capture a rapid alley dog and put it in the basement with Hippie.  At first the dog was biting into Hippie's arm, but within minutes it was licking his hand and nudging against it.  When I removed the dog from Hippie he degraded back to its usual self within minutes.

The fact that this field could maybe exist suggest a more supernatural part to this guy.  I can tell I'm in over my head with this, so I've contacted some people that might be interested in studying him.

Report: My New "Friend"

Like I told pHIL I've been doing fine recently it's just been slow.  Until earlier today when that one guy showed up again.  You know the one who seems to follow me around and that the Cold Boy "doesn't like," well he showed up again and this time it didn't end with him walking away like it did before.  Also I have dubbed this man "Hippie" since he refuses to give me his name and I don't want to refer to him as, "my friend" or "the other man."

H: How are you doing friend?

W:  You?  What are you doing here and how the fuck did you find me?

H:  I came to see how you are doing of course.

W:  You didn't answer the second question.

H:  Oh.  Well I just know.  You know?

W:  No.  Go away I don't want any of this weird shit right now.  I've had a nice vacation lately and I would to stay on vacation longer.

H:  But I don't want to cause you any trouble, I just want to help you.

W:  Why?  Why?  Why?  Why?  Why?  Fucking why? 

H:  You know the reason .

W:  Stop with the whole "you're my friend" bullshit.  I don't know you and you clearly don't know me.

H:  *Paused for a moment and just stared at me*  You're hurt and not just physically, but mentally.  You are guilt ridden after what you did to everyone you knew and you push others away so that you don't have to worry about hurting someone close to you.  But look at you.  You are miserable and you hate life without your friends.  I'm just trying to help you.

W:  Help me?

H:  Yes.  Won't you let me?

W:  ...sure.  Why not?

H:  Good, a life without friends isn't a real life.

W:  Now what?

H:  It's simple, now you just be my friend.

I said yes and walked away, but as I got farther something felt off.  The more I thought about it the more suspicious it got.  I never would have said yes when I don't know anything about that stalker.  And that speech I mean I'm sure when you read it you were groan about how cheesy it is.  I turned around and yell at him.

W:  Hey can I ask you a question?

H:  Of course friend.

I ran up to him really quick then punched him, knocking him out.

W:  Who the fuck are you?

Now I have a man tied up downstairs in the abandoned building I've been spending the last week in.  I'll report on what I find out from him when I do. 

Report: A Surprise Meeting

I'm leaving this town.  I've had more time to think while recovering, and I realized I can't wipe out fear influence in a place for long.  All that is left is a void that will be filled by different servants sooner or later.  I'm going back to hunting done the morally worst of the worst proxy that I worked with.  And I'll add Knife to that list too.

Before I left there was one place I wanted to visit first, the church.  For some reason the church gave me a sense of peace.  I stood before the chancel and just relaxed.  It was refreshing.  Then I heard applause from up above.  I turned around and saw a man wearing a blue dress shirt, gray dress pants, and a silver striped tie with abnormal white hair sitting on one of the empty pews on the second floor.

?:  Good show, good show!

W: What show are you talking about?  Who are you?  What are you doing here?

?:  That's a lot of questions, and I'm here to watch your fight with the Macey, duh.

W:  How did you know about that?

?:  I just saw it.

W:  That was almost a week ago.

?:  It was?  Oh, I'm not good at your mortal time; weeks, hours, eons it all blends together for me.
Timey-wimey I think is the word he used.

W:  You still haven't told me who you are.

?:  You haven't figured it out?  I thought it would be obvious myself.  Come on War think hard about it.

W:  You're not Virgil's new friend are you?

S:  There it is.

W:  So why are you here 

S:  Didn't I tell I was watching the fight?

W:  You missed it.

S:  Normally I don't miss on Earth, but the one time I step out into another dimension and now I'm catching up.  Still trying to find that Pseudo.

W:  Okay why are you still here.

S:  Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, time works weird as shit for me.  To me I've only been here a minute or two.

W:  You have only been here a minute or two.

S:  No. no since your fight ended.

W:  Uh... I'm just going to leave now.  

S:  You are such a party pooper.  <Disappeared for a moment then popped up right beside me>  You know you have to be stop sulking so much you bore everybody.  Even the people hunting you.

W:  Why do I care if proxies hunting me are bored?

S:  Because you want to die and you're all emo and shit and you don't really deserve to die.  Yadayadayada.  By the way need to thank you for making Virgil more interesting.  So thank you.

W:  You sicken me.  Thanking me for what happened to Virgil.

S:  Eh, do I care if I sicken you.  All I care about is entertainment.

W:  You bastard.

S:  I never really did know my father.

I started to walk out when Spectator called to me.

S:  By the way did I ever tell you I hate kids.  Especially those really bratty ones that want something but never tell what they want.  Just just a hint to go on.  <Then he appeared outside the church doors>  You know it's rude walking out on someone trying to hold a conversation, right?

W:  And you know it's rude to thank someone for torturing their friend.

S:  Eh, I technically I thanked you for the entertainment.

W:  Because there is such a difference.

S:  Hey what can I say I'm a sadistic bastard.

And then he finally left me alone.   So like I said I'm going to be moving on.  Where?  I don't know honestly.

Assault: Timberwolf

I just realized I never mentioned his name, Paul.  Simple.  Aren't Timberwolves suppose to travel in packs/gangs because based on my recon of him Paul seemed like a lone wolf(pun intended).  The plan was simple; I go attend church, after church is finished I ask him some questions privately, send him to his god quickly, and then get the hell out of there.  His preaching wasn't bad and the other people seemed really into it, but I couldn't help but notice the emphasize put on angels in his speech.  When it was over and everyone was getting up to leave I asked Paul if I could ask a few questions privately about the church.  He said sure just to wait until he said goodbye to some of the other church goes.  I waited until everyone had left and he came over to me.

P:  You said you wanted you ask me some question, correct?  Oh I'm sorry I never introduced myself.  I'm Paul. <reached out his hand>

F:  Oh sorry I'm Fred <shook his hand>

P:  Nice to meet you.  So those questions?

F:  It's just that I'm new here and I've been trying to find a church.

P:  I'm glad to hear that you've decided to try our little church.

F:  Me too. 

This is the part where I pulled out my sword, uncovered it, and stabbed Paul with it.  Except he caught me and punched me before I could make contact.   

P:  You're that do-gooder from around town aren't you?

F:  I'm just protecting them from you and your freak masters.

P:  I'm just trying to get people to recognize the one true god.  To embrace the Archangel.  <yes he smirked when he said that>

He tackled me knocking me aside, then ran to pull out a mace from his hiding place.  He pulled his arm back and brought it down upon me but I rolled off to the side and picked up my sword.

F:  You aren't trying to turn them to the true faith just send them to a monster.

I stabbed at him and when he moved to the side I hit him with the hilt staggering him a bit.  I went in for the kill when his mace hit me hard in the sides.  I was on the ground trying to breath and holding my newly broken ribs.

P:  I am easing them into worshiping the Archangel, the afterlife manifested, and you say that is not the true faith.  Would you deny this miserable people Bliss?  Well guess what I've already recruited new believes so you are too late, hero boy. 

F:  How many actually reach Bliss you bastard?

P:  I can't tell you that but I can tell you this.  You won't.

I was about to die.  In a few seconds that mace would come done and cave my skull in killing me.  Who would I go to in death, the Archangel or the Dark One I wondered.  But, I decided I wasn't going to die without killing Paul first.  I ignored the pain I was feeling from the mace and the pain I was about to feel and jumped at Paul with all my weight and knocked him against the ground.   Despite my dizziness I headbutted Paul bouncing his head off the ground, and picked up his mace.  Then I brought it down onto his face.  And it was over.

K:  Nice job, Warrior.

I turned to see Knife sitting in one of the empty pews.

K:  Though I must say murder in a church seems a little sacrilegious even to me.

W:  Been a while Knife.  <I said between heavy pants.>

K:  Last I saw you we set your town free.

W:  If you're here to kill me do it already.  I don't need the speeches about being a heretic and a traitor.  Just kill me I can't defend myself.

K:  What?  I don't intend to kill you now or anytime in the future.  <She got got and walked towards me then bent and told me,>  I'm with Runner on this one.  I think that you'll realize the error of your ways and will join back up with God again.  We chosen have crises of faith often, but what matters is that we come back.  I know that deep down you are a true believer and I'm just here so that we can set you back on the right path.

With that she got up and walked out will I screamed at her the entire time.  After a while of laying there I struggled to get on my feet feeling like complete shit.

Report: Recon

When I got back into town I started to do some recon on the Timberwolf as soon as I made it in.  Nothing noteworthy about his schedule he does to his church, his home, and a store every now and then, but as I was watching him head into the church today I heard a scream.  I rushed to see what it was and when I arrived I saw a young man probably 17-18 yelling at a little boy whose footsteps froze the ground with every damn step he took.

M:  G-go away!  Leave me be!

CB: Come to the window,
       My baby, with me,
 
M:  GO! 

CB:  And look at the stars
        That shine on the sea!
        There are two little stars
 
I ran at the the cold boy with my sword and knocked him on to the ground while leaving a few cracks on him.

W:  Run now!  It won't last long.  <The man ran off as fast as he could.>

CB:  No, I just wanted him to be my friend. <he said sounding disappointed>

At this point I hear footsteps behind me and assume that the young man came back for some stupid reason.

W:  Didn't I tell you to run?

OtherM:  No, I don't believe you did friend. 

It was the man from the other day that I bumped into after talking to Runner.  What in the world was he doing here.

W:  Quick get the hell out of here you don't know what this fucker will do to you.

CB:  That's mean.  <The Cold Boy turned to face the other man> Will you be my friend?

OM:  Of course I will I'm every bodies friend!

Cold Boy:  <At first he looked happy but then something changed, he scowled at the man>  I don't like you.  <he said this with so much hate it surprised me, and then... he was gone>

W:  Who are you? 

OM:  I'm your friend.

And with that he walked away and I was left alone.  One question, why do I have a have a bad feeling with this.